The Golden Crossing

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The locomotive, a beast of iron and soot that exhaled the sour breath of burning coal into the damp twilight, ground against the rails with a rhythmic, metallic groan that seemed to vibrate not just in the wood of the carriage but in the marrow of the bones of Captain Elias Thorne, who sat alone in the corner of the third-class compartment, his eyes fixed on a small, waxed-paper packet resting...

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